Hunted Novels & Stories

As if bleeding before giving birth was an everyday thing for me. A new year has arrived, but old commitments remain: Hunter, with the second nomination for the Best Player award, wins more sponsors and consequently more parties, photoshoots and commercials, not that I don’t like to see him looking all hot in the photos showing the six-pack, but I feel terrible around him for not having the little perfect body that I had before.

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

Veronica’s POV The Preliminary Hunt exclusive for newly converted rogues is much like other hunting competitions— except that the beasts and creatures hunted must be kept alive. The participants were given magic chokers personalized with assigned colors to each clan as their marking tools for their hunt. The winner will be decided by the highest points accumulated during the given time. Each beast has an assigned point in them depending on their species so it really doesn't depend on quantity. The hunts will be offered to the pack they represent and the pack can decide whether to take in the offerings or not.

“Find them.” Juniper’s stomach knotted. Adrian took her hand. “Run.” The Hunt They bolted into the trees. Footsteps crashed behind them. Flashlights cut through the darkness. Juniper’s heart raced. Her breath came shallow, fast. Adrian held her wrist tight, guiding her. Ethan lagged slightly behind, favoring one leg. “Damien won’t stop,” Juniper whispered. Adrian’s grip tightened. “Neither will we.” A shout. Then—gunfire.

“Imagine a young bear cub hunting in the woods. Hunting season had just opened, and this cub was starving. So the cub goes hunting and finds a deer drinking in a small pond. He is about to pounce on the deer when BAM, an arrow sinks into the tree beside his head. The hunter aims again, but a huge wolf comes out of nowhere, taking the hunter down to the ground. I swear to you that hunter shit his pants.” Quinn rolled his eyes and then looked at Willow. He could tell that she was laughing at the way Hector had told the story.

he muttered as he kissed my forehead and then turned around in his seat and started the Jeep up. "Humans?" "Them too, but the hunters mostly," Hunt said, glancing over at me. The worry in his eyes bothered me. "We have to be careful. Every winter they move further up into the mountains. Soon, we won't be able to run any longer." "We'll figure it out," I told him and then I leaned over this time and kissed his cheek. The smell of his aftershave filled my senses and I sagged against the warmth of his tweed overcoat as we drove back to the woods.

Their prey were not limited to the wild animals in the forest, meaning that what the participants thought as prey were not bound, which also meant that humans could be hunted as well. Certainly, it was not like they could hunt endlessly. Everyone could only hunt a maximum of two people, and each player had an alarm installed on them. If they pressed the alarm, they indicated their withdrawal from the competition and the rest of the participants could no longer hunt them. If someone did ignore the alarm and forcefully hunt the withdrawn player down, they would be severely penalized by the organizer.

he told me. "Charles" I whispered placing my hand on top of his lightly causing him to look at me sympathy in his eyes "I'll be careful, I know they all will jump at the chance to hurt me" I whispered out. "There's two section one starts in thirty minutes, hand to hand combat, but the second one" he started while taking a deep breath "it's the hunt" he whispered. "What's the hunt" I questioned him. "The hunt is where your partnered with one other person, but" he said looking up into my eye's again "but if one dies no charges are pressed, its fair game" he stated quietly causing me to let out a gasp and my eye's to widen.

He was born with the spirit within him. “Hunters are, as the name suggests. They track down and kill supernatural beings. Though I expect not as much as they once did. Perhaps picking and choosing who lives and who dies. Or perhaps being mated with a spirit of the Stars has clouded his duty enough that he doesn’t hunt anyone,” I say, both hinting at the truth of Rem’s nature but not directly saying anything that his friends wouldn’t already know.

Her whole body was just buzzing with anticipation. "You want to go on a chase with me and Jason tonight? It's kind of a tradition," Rhett said as he wrapped his arm back around Hazel. "Hell yeah! What kind of hunting is there here?" Rhett shoved a piece of bacon into his mouth as Jason answered. "Mostly hare and deer." Gretchen tilted her head from side to side as she considered it. "Yeah, that sounds great. It's been a long time since I've been on a full moon run. Thanks, you guys."